We've waited an entire year to enjoy a little fowl cajun turkey around the station, so we thought to ourselves "Hey, it's cold as hell, let's fry a turkey." 

Critter being the gung-ho turkey frying BAMF he is, obliged us a cajun turkey. We ran out to the market, looked through every.single.turkey they had in the bin to find a precise 22 pound bird, invested in our super secret (read store bought easy as hell bachelor kit) seasonings, and injected the whole thing in a gallon of peanut oil. I predict it will be not only tasty, but coma-inducing to the point we'll all be worthless in about an hour. Challenge accepted